Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Franke,
Moebius,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.